Earlier this week the Dr. said to me, “It happens because you are getting older.” I smile at him and nod uh huh.

I go to lunch where my cute would-be-waiter-boyfriend works and he calls me “SIR” –several times. “Can I get you anything else, Sir?”

“Not now,” I say.

I go to a thrift store and an elderly man is closely inspecting a piece of fabric. He has silver hair & beard. He has a large scarf wrapped around his neck and is wearing baggy Levis & sweater & clogs with white socks.

“That’s going to be me.” I say to myself.

Sigh…41 is upon me. I better find a good tailor and start wearing pleats.